My Sister's Pre-Marital Wake
I must be nutty as a fruitcake
for attending my sister's
'pre-marital wake'
Sis likened marriage to 'slow death'
She didn't want to run out of breath
So I served her Arsenic 'n Rum in her steak
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2023
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